“Probably whoever took it found they couldn’t get much by pawning or selling it, and threw it away,” suggested Dunk.
“Looks that way,” agreed Andy. “But it sure is a queer game all around.”
They discussed it from many standpoints. Pulter was very glad to get his book back, for he was not a wealthy lad, and the cost of a new volume meant more to him than it would to others.
“Well, Andy, how do you size it up?” asked Dunk, when Pulter had gone back to his apartment and Andy and his chum sat in their cozy room before a crackling fire.
“How do you mean?” asked Andy, to gain time.
“Why, about Gaffington having that book. Didn’t it look sort of fishy to you?”
“It did in a way, yes. But his explanation was very natural. It all might have happened that way.”
“Oh, yes, of course. But do you believe it?”
“I don’t know why I shouldn’t. Gaffington’s folks have no end of money, you know. He wouldn’t be guilty of taking a book. If he did want to crib something he’d go in for something big.”
“Well, some of these quadrangle robberies have been big enough. There’s my watch, for instance.”